HaPpY BiRtHdAy


                
There's this stranger who worships
the morning and dew.
He's a lover at sunrise
of all women who
rejoice in his words
respond sensuously.

He's the Dark Stranger
and a fine poet who
rides on his "black (bike)"
and invites others too,
to come on behind him
to be in his view,
to feel all his touches
his mind's eye will share.
He'll be Hm Hm Hm years old,
but does one really care?

He's as young as his words are
and as old as his tales.
Never a dull moment,
his words never stale.
Well tomorrow's his birthday
I'm letting all know.
He'll be flying the highways.
He'll be letting "all go".
We'll be there in his mind,
traveling the roads too,
as we wish him the happiest of days,
"HERE'S TO YOU!!!"
                

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (05-29-2002 07:13 PM).]

There's the man I chose. There's my territory.....Shakira

I would rather have one breath of his hair,
one kiss of his mouth,
one touch of his hand
than an eternity without it.

Like a red brick,
in a white wall
somebodies brush
forgot to paint...
lonely....(as sung by Tracy Lawrence..)